A Hogwarts dissertation guide

These words were like pouring ice water into a hot pot, and the students suddenly exploded, especially the Weasley twins. They became angry and hoped that Dumbledore could remove the age limit.

Obviously, in a few months, they will turn 17.

But in October, it was clear they were not old enough.

"This measure is very necessary," Dumbledore pressed his hands down to signal everyone to be quiet, "because the competition events are still very difficult and dangerous. No matter how many precautions we take, students below the sixth and seventh grades will It is simply impossible to handle it, and I will personally ensure that no student underage deceives our impartial referees and becomes a champion of Hogwarts." His eyes glanced at the rebellious faces of Fred and George, blue. There was a meaningful light shining in his colored eyes.

"Therefore, if you are under 17, I ask that you do not waste your time making an application."

Dumbledore waited for the students to calm down a little, and then spoke again, "Delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October and spend most of this school year with us. I know that you will be warm and friendly to our foreign guests during their stay here, and that you will support wholeheartedly the champion of Hogwarts once he or she is chosen."

Dumbledore waved his hand to indicate that he had finished speaking and that the prefects should take the students back to the common room and go back to their dormitories to go to bed.

Dumbledore sat down and turned to talk to Mad-Eye Moody. Edward felt a little bored and left.

As he passed the Gryffindor table, Hermione grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"Teacher, you...do you want me to participate?" Hermione seemed hesitant.

Edward was stunned for a moment. He... He had never cared about the Triwizard Tournament before. The only thing that made him remember the name was probably... he didn't have to watch Quidditch this year, and there would be more exciting ones. Watch the show.

"You decide for yourself." Edward left a word and then yawned and went upstairs.

"up to you……"

Hermione murmured.

"What does this mean?" Harry asked Ron quietly.

Ron yawned before speaking: "It probably doesn't matter whether you participate or not, but that's a thousand gold galleons! Who wouldn't want to participate, right?"

Harry didn't answer. He cared more about his own life than a thousand gold galleons. He saw tens of thousands of gold coins in Gringotts' vault.

one thousand?

Who do you look down on?

"I know," Hermione suddenly raised her head, and Harry and Ron quickly came over, "This is a test for me."

"What do you mean?"

"The teacher must be hoping that I will find a way to pass the age limit on my own, and then pass the levels and win the Triwizard Cup. That must be what he means." Hermione said with certainty. "He asked me to make my own judgment."

"Is that so?" Harry asked with a strange look on his face.

"Well...it shouldn't be, right?" Ron's expression was also strange, and he glanced at Harry.Both of them had that constipated expression on their faces.

"Let's go," Hermione said. "If you don't go, we'll be the only ones left here."

They stood up, left the long table, and began walking toward the foyer, the twins beside them.Along the way they argued about why Dumbledore banned students under 17 from participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

However, what they care more about is that they cannot participate in the competition.

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By the next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.While Hermione was reviewing the term's timetable, Harry, Ron and the twins were discussing how to fool the impartial referee.

"I don't think he can see through your disguise," Hermione said. "Obviously Principal Dumbledore trusts him very much to ensure that no one participates in the competition without meeting the conditions, and Principal Dumbledore also said Yes, the game is very dangerous and people will die."

"But obviously you didn't say that last night." Ron looked at Hermione dumbfounded. It was obvious that Hermione was still thinking about how to participate in the competition when they separated last night.

"I changed my mind." Hermione said quite cheerfully, "Why should I cause trouble to everyone? It is obviously a very dangerous game, but my ability is not enough."

"Oh, good book boy Hermione." Fred mocked, putting his arm around George and Ron's shoulders, and the four of them started plotting again.But the main discussants were him and George, and Ron and Harry couldn't come up with any valuable ideas at all.

After breakfast, they quickly set off to the greenhouse according to the schedule. According to the schedule, their first class in the morning was Professor Sprout's herbal medicine class.

In the principal's office on the eighth floor, Dumbledore was walking back and forth behind his desk.

"I have an unknown premonition that has been lingering in my mind, as if something terrible is going to happen." Dumbledore's voice was very low. He had been feeling a little awkward since last night, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Where.

"I think you should go back and take a nap instead of calling me out to waste time with you." Edward put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

I really look forward to Dumbledore's expression when he sees thousands of wizards rushing into the wizarding world under the leadership of Muggles. It will be interesting.

He always looks like he is sure of victory, I really want to see him panic.

But on the other side of the UK, Lucius was staring blankly at the silver-haired old man in front of him, even though his face was full of wrinkles and his beard and hair covered most of his face.But Lucius was still able to identify his identity - the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald.

"What do you want to do?" Lucius hugged the small package containing Voldemort tightly in his arms, holding the wand tightly in his other hand, aiming it at Grindelwald in front of him.

"Don't be excited, young man," Grindelwald chuckled and took off the hood on his head calmly, "I just want to make a deal with you."

"Deal?" A cold voice came from the small package, "Let's talk about it."

"Don't you want to talk to me?" Grindelwald pointed to the armchair next to him, obviously asking Voldemort to have a face-to-face conversation with him.

"What are your plans?" Lucius frowned. He didn't think Grindelwald would be kind enough to help them.

"Oh, I'm really anxious." Grindelwald sat down on the armchair and took out his wand. "We could have helped each other. Do we have to make the situation tense?"

"Lucius, let me talk to him."

"It'd be better if it didn't happen sooner."